toying

toying

A Poem by misterfebus

Do you ever get the feeling
when walking that your
head and shoulders are 
stretching for the clouds?

Remember Mr. Armstrong
the toy you can stretch
from head to toe
and his blood ran blue?

And how sometimes along the edge
of the road walking, the vertical 
pushing on the legs causes them
to shorten; bottom falls out?

Our childish maneuvers brought
back to feelings in a walking moment-
"How come Mr. Armstrong didn't 
come with clothes for his naked
body, like girls have with barbies?"

Well..at least Mr. Armstrong's
head didn't come loose; that 
would be a whole different 
walk-about-town experience
(fact of matter an allusion).

 

© 2015 misterfebus


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